"Oh yes, we were happily married for seven years before that whore ruined our marriage…"

"We were planning to have another baby, but I guess that's out of the window now…"

"I'm not sure if we're going to stay married. My marriage is important to me but that trust is gone…"

Over the course of several hours, Trish watched news interview after interview to see Tina go into vast detail about her marriage to Dave, painting a perfect picture of their marriage until Trish came along. She talked about their struggles in the beginning, his career that often kept them separated for weeks at a time. That's a damn lie, Tina; Trish thought, Your marriage to Dave was over long before I entered the picture, bitch.

Trish huddled up in her hotel room as she looked out the window. She looked down towards the street and saw the mass media blitz awaiting her. There were at least a dozen photographers and news media awaiting her presence. There are people who are suffering in the world and yet all of you care about whom I'm fucking.

Then, Trish read the different newspaper articles. Accompanying one article was photo evidence of her and Dave being together, obviously taken by a member of Jhanelle's team. One picture was of Dave and Trish sneaking in a kiss outside a restaurant; another picture was of them feeding each other ice cream.

Trish must've read the article a thousand times. She watched every news interview that had Tina as a special guest. Tina wasn't holding anything back and she ripped Trish a new asshole through every interview. Yet, she didn't say one bad thing about Dave other than she was "just hurt." Your husband fucked on you with several mistresses and you're "just hurt?" She so wanted to defend herself and defend her actions but what use would it be? She slept with a married man. She was officially the "other woman." I'm officially fucked.

Worse yet, Dave was hiding. She didn't hear from him the moment the news broke. Trish didn't bother calling him because she figured he was doing his damage control. While Dave wasn't known to be faithful, he was known to be very private. No one even knew he was married until him and Tina were together for at least a year. He fucking hates me right now.

Jen looked over at her best friend. Her face constantly changed to whatever motion she had at that moment. When she was angry at the blatant lies that Tina was spewing, her eyes grew wide and curse words slipped past through her lips.

When there were photos of her and Dave plastered across the television screen, she smiled; reminiscing about the fun times they've had. One picture had Dave and Trish smiling brightly, their arms wrapped around each other, staring into each others eyes. Damn, I miss him.

"What are you going to do, Trisha? You can't stay holed up in here forever." Jen said.

Trish rolled her eyes at her. "Wanna bet?" She replied.

"Well, what are you going to do? You need to make a statement."

"A statement? Statement regarding what? I fucked a married man and got ratted out by his psychotic wife. What statement could I possibly make regarding that?" Trish said before her cell phone interrupted her. She recognized the number to be her manager. Great, Trish thought, now I just lost my endorsements.

After being on the phone for an hour with both her agent and manager, Trish felt like the whole world was slipping through her fingers. A gallup poll on CNN showed that a lot of fans would still support her and buy her music, but their opinions of her changed for the worst. Her reputation was forever scarred and she would be known as the slut that broke up a marriage.

And her cell phone wouldn't stop ringing. Her mother stopped short of saying that she was disappointed in her daughter while her celebrity friends offered their homes as safe havens for Trish to hide, if necessary. Just when she would get off the phone with one person, someone else would call her. "I'm not answering any more calls, damnit." She told Jen.

Jen picked up Trish's cell phone and looked at the screen. "You might want to answer this, Trisha."

Trish shook her head. "I meant it, Jen. I'm not answering any more phone calls." The ringer quieted down. Within seconds, it was ringing again. "Oh, what the hell?" She then grabbed the phone from Jen and glanced down at the caller ID.

Dave was calling her.